Andres Sanabria

CNN: Messy Eating Habits Might Reveal Elusive Black Hole

At school, I could not read
the assessment without the asses
 
they clung like nits to the root
of the word. Those egg-round
 
cheeks pinched firmly to the sment
waiting for the perfect moment
 
to be born. You can’t just brush them off,
Mrs. Nurse said, those grape big grapes.
 
Dad did his thing— he massaged my head,
breaking up my skull into white lumps of dough
 
in his hands, hands I wore as glasses.
Dad pushed me into cuneiform
 
books he pulled from stacks. I couldn’t see
how the other children saw. The Indian
 
in the Cupboard in 4th grade
I wasn’t good enough to read.  
 
His rivers run backwards,
Ms. Mirror said, as she pointed left-my right
 
to the map I’d drawn. The only one she’d hung
inside the bathroom door above the wash
 
your hands. Dad figured it was all distraction—a cat
5 hurricane of disoriented dreaming reversing the course
 
of my headwaters to my mouth & 10-fingered delta distributaries.
He hid my soccer ball in the gravity
 
well beneath his bed where he thought I couldn’t reach it.
But I pulled it out like Magic Messy did—
 
genius footballer, foodie and astrophysicist,
as Mr. CNN said— I reached into the singularity,
  
  light-warping
                    letter-bending homo
                                                        phone & graphs             oh mission!         
                                                                   Trans’
                                                                                                                           position                                                   
Rev’s
                                                ersals 
                                       sub’s tits
                                            you tions,
                                                my tions,
 
                                                     all the tions my heart caught
like fireflies beneath the dark
                                                       print & mind like a cupboard clinging
to the indian in the corner forever in 4th grade
not allowed to read the nits on the roots
of the rolling ball, my asses to the sment like Magic Messy did
when eating casually a churrasco he revealed a bleeding
light, a chewed up, spat-out star left tumbling through the universe
by an elusive black hole. Trapped it, touched it, and tapped it
                                                                                                  beautifully into goal.


Andres Sanabria is a Colombian born teacher currently working at an international school in China. Before that, he worked in Korea for 9 years. He teaches English Literature, which he suspects his own ESL teachers—the same teachers who identified his dyslexia—would find hilarious. Somehow, he’s made it work, though.